Hi people, and cats maybe, I live in Costa Rica and the Cats production recently passed our way. I got totally obsessed with it and this is my way of expressing my absolute need for cat's slash. Besides, there is too little and we fans need our dose.
This is my first time writing fanfiction, so please be nice. I accept constructive criticism, I'm usually good at coming up with plot bunnies but fail at expressing then on writing. This work is dedicated to Monica and Sara, for helping me with cohersion and correction. Moni specially for being there thru the whole process and Sara for making sure I stay true to the characters.
Thank you Laura for giving me her outside view and taking the time to read this even though she is not a fan of the pairing.
I also want to thank PhantomGrimalkin, for making compersion; it's super and I wish I could write like you.
I definitely don't own Cats, cuz if I did… wow.
Important! I took all of the sexual parts out for ffnet. But you can see the complete story at my homepage on deviantart.
Among jellicles ran the rumor that Macavity was planning to strike that night, or so said the alley cats. It might be just hear say; but the jellicle protector, Munkustrap, was not gonna take any chances. He decided that tonight all jellicles were to sleep together in a communal den.
Tires, boxes and other piles of trash covered a very discreet entrance to the den. Inside, the queens had piled-up blankets and torn pillows very close together for everyone to sleep in pairs but still be close to the others in case of emergency.
Munkus was busy taking attendance when the one and only Rum Tum Tugger approached him.
"My dear brother." said Tugger in a very cocky tone of voice. "I believe this idea of all sleeping together is the best you've ever had."
"Is it?" responded Munkus expecting what came in next.
"Yes sure… but… I might add. Thinking about the ladies best interest." Munkustrap fought the urge to roll his eyes . "Maybe we should sleep each tom… with a queen. To… keep them protected just in case Mac really came along." Indicated Tugger, eyeing the queens suggestively.
'Typical Tugger.' Thought Munkustrap.
"Well Tug, you do have a point."
"I do?"
"Yeah, but not with the tom/queen thing. We should sleep each with somebody that needs protection. And that's why your sleeping with Quaxo over there."
Munkus leaned onto Tugger and pointed to where Quaxo was sitting crossed armed with an angry face looking at them. Tugger's expression at the moment made Munkus wish he had a human camera, and the fingers to use it.
"But… but…" responded a very fish-like looking Tugger, "He's not a kitten, he just turned tom. He should be able to take care of himself by now"
Munkustrap couldn't stop smiling, "I know, but he is very small. And he still needs a little bit of protection. Besides, he's the only cat in the world I'd let you sleep with."
"But he hates me!"
"My point exactly. Enjoy the night, bro." and Munkustrap left to tend to his responsibilities.
Tugger just stood there for a couple of minutes before he decided to just try and survive the night. So he put on his most impressive flirty face and walked directly to Quaxo, who was currently staring into space wishing for the night to end.
_-_-_
As the night fell, the jellicles were already in pairs getting ready to sleep. Skimble sat in a very heated discussion with Asparagus (about what was better, Scotch or Vodka), Demeter was grooming Jemima and Munkus was trying to explain to Plato why he couldn't sleep with his mate, Victoria.
Tugger was extremely jealous of the fact that everybody seemed to be having a good time with their bedmate, except him. Really, they all looked like they were having a human pajama party. He looked to his side and there was Quaxo. Sitting crossed armed and still pouting. How was he able to stand in one position for so long, was besides Tugger.
He couldn't help but smile a little, ' He actually looks cute pouting like that.'. Quaxo had a small lean body type, that made him more like a queen than a tom. He wasn't much of a fighter at all, which was really uncommon. But since he had his magical powers to help him out he was looked upon as a Child Prodigy.
He never really paid attention to the small Tux kitten, though he knew that he had just turned tom a few weeks ago. In fact, the kid didn't pay much attention to him either. He'd never seen him in his dances or in between his group of followers.
What he did know was that Quax hated him, Victoria told him once.
Too bad, the kid was actually quite cute. If he could, Quaxo wouldn't end this night without a few touchy-touchies and some sweet words whispered to his ear.
He turned to look at the adolescent again. The Tux regarded him with a cold look and a slight disgusted sniff in another direction.
'What a little brat.'
At the end they both gave up and fell asleep. Tugger open wide on his back and Quaxo curled up as far from Tugger as he could.
_-_-_
Late that night, the great Rum Tum Tugger was awoken from his beauty sleep by a whimper. Not much, he went back to sleep.
Another whimper, a groan, a couple of purrs… 'ok…. Something weird is happening.' Thought Tugger as he got up and turned to check if Quaxo was still there.
He was…
In fact he was… very much… o.k.
Tugger's sleepy face left in a second when he realized what he was witnessing.
Quaxo was having a wet dream.
Tiny whimpers and almost unnoticeable pleas could be heard from his mouth. Little hip trusts and slight parting of thights. Eyes closed and back arched. Worse of all was that particular scent on the air as Quaxo's sheets got wetter.
'Dang! Why did Munku have to pair him up with a teenager! Really!', the Maine Coon was ready to turn back to sleep when he heard said teen's whimpers grow louder.
As he turned back to facing Quaxo some of the closest cats stirred in their sleep.
'Stupid kit's gonna wake them all up'
The older cat stared at the little kit for only a moment, before deciding to spare him the humiliation of everybody finding out he had a 'sweet' dream. He reached out to wake him up.
"Kit", he said as he shook the barely-an-adult cat. "Wake up."
"Huh??" exclaimed Quaxo as he opened his eyes and saw Tugger looking at him. "What is it Tugger?"
"Well," said Tugger; trying to avoid sounding like he was making fun of him (and failing miserably) "You should be more careful where you have that kind of dreams kid, it could be embarrassing."
"What are you…" Quaxo began to say puzzled as realization hit him that he was not only hard down there… but also wet. He blushed crimson as he put two and two together to what Tugger was talking about.
The fore mentioned cat was currently smiling and with a very arrogant tone added, "I know I have that kind of effect on people Quax, but get a hold of yourself."
Tugger expected the little Tux to hit him, to scream…what he didn't expect was for him… to cry.
Quaxo laid curled up in a ball, on the far side of the blankets crying very softly. That broke the big flirt's heart.
"I'm sorry Quax, it was just a joke. We all go through this at one time" he whispered as he pulled the adolescent cat to him. "Nothing to be ashamed of, nobody else noticed. I swear I won't tell."
Quaxo kept his hands to his face in embarrassment but refused to curl up closer to Tug as he cried.
"Come on kid, I'm trying to comfort you" said an exasperated Tugger as tried to pull him to his chest.
"I'm so sorry." Quaxo whimpered, but still not intended to be handled by the Maine Coon.
'I'm totally not made to make kids feel better, must remember never to have some of my own.'
Tugger eventually stopped insisting and just kept the teen in a slight embrace until the latter stopped crying. At which moment the Maine Coon noticed subtle hip moments under the blankets. Quaxo held the blankets firmly and wasn't going to let Tugger lift them so the flirt decided to ask instead.
"You still hard?" 'That didn't come out very well'
Nod.
'What did I get myself into?'
"Do you want me to help?" Quaxo just stared at him with wide eyes.
"Well, do you?" asked Tugger feeling exasperated and a little nervous.
"o…..k…" whispered Quaxo.
Did he hear well…. "What did you say?"
"Don't make me say it again." Quaxo said in a frustrated barely audible voice. Truth was, he wanted to be 'helped' and his mind was still too asleep and vulnerable to care by whom.
A very classic grin appeared on Tuggers face, "Ok, kitten, if you say so."
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Tugger embraced the little cat to his chest, now that he was knocked up and couldn't complain. As he sleeped he dreamed of Quaxo's sweet face as he was pleasured. He looked so vulnerable, but such a sour faced cat he was certainly …'So cute.'
_-_-_
When he woke up he found himself looking straight in the eyes of Demeter.
'Oh no… this can't be good.'
Right next to Dem stood Munkus. Neither looking too pleased.
Demeter, was Munkustrap's mate since last year's ball, she had a hard character that made her immune to Tugger's flirts and too much brains to even 'like' her mate's brother.
Both her and Munkus had woken early to check on everybody before they woke up, and noticed the predicament Tugger was now in. First of all he was still holding Quaxo… and even better… the blankets… they smelled.
With a jump, Tugger was up and on his feet; letting go of the Tux cat that fell on the blankets and woke up in a second.
"I knew Munkus should've made you sleep outside." Glared Demeter, "He's a kid for everlasting's sake. AND even worse, with every cat in the room. You disgust me."
Munkustrap tried to make her lower her voice as other cats started to wake-up. "Dem, calm down. I'm sure Tugger has a good explanaition for all this," Munkus looked at Tugger scolding "or he can start heading out of the yunkyard." He added.
Tugger panicked. He turned and saw that Quaxo was in no better shape. After a minute of thinking he took Demeter and Munkus to a secluded area and told them of Quaxo's 'predicament', excluding the part where he 'helped'.
As he finished his explanation, he pointed out that it was only Quaxo's scent on the blankets and obviously his would be too if he had done what they accused him of. Since Demeter wasn't so convinced she asked Quaxo, who in turn proved Tugger's story. Still not very certain, but with lack of proof, she left.
"I'm so glad you didn't Tugger," said Munkus as Demeter left, "I mean, he's just a kitten and I'd hate to see his innocence lost."
"He is not." responded Tugger crossing his arms in overconfidence. "I could do anything I wanted to him if I wanted."
"Yeah sure, whatever, I'm just glad you didn't. He's very childlike you know? Sweet, good natured… and you are… a very bad influence. Don't look at me like that you know you are!"
"Well I hate to break your bubble Munkus but we seem to be speaking of different Quaxos. The one I know is actually a little brat, which loves to accuse me in front of the elders and just makes sour faces whenever I'm around. It ruins my mood you know?"
Munkus grabbed the soiled blankets. "Yeah sure Tug, just don't do anything to him please." He gave one last warning look at his brother as he left. Before he continued his rounds though, he threw the blanket in a bucket of water to wash later, he didn't want anybody else to have suspicions of what had happened last night.
The rest of the jellicles were almost all awake, and as Tugger returned to his bed he noticed Quaxo had run of. Tug lay on the blankets and saw others begin to pickup. He was thinking of the 'inocent' little Tux that slept curled to his side all night. His purrs of delight, his tiny whimpers, his soft fur… 'Everlasting! I'm gonna go check if Bombi is up for a little tumble.'
_-_-_
That morning, after Cassandra had nicely offered to help with Tugger's frustrations, he sat in a pile of trash. His arms were behind his head, and the cat was surrounded by his ever constant followers. He wasn't much in the mood, but he had an image to keep.
They were very quiet, Etcetera content with just watching Tugger all day long. Rumple and Electra were curled but to his side, and Jemima was doing small talk to Exotica who was looking extremely bored.
The older cat watched them, still very stressed at how little he knew about his companion last night. He'd always thought of Quaxo as a snobbish, lonesome kitten; nothing else. Now that he had seen that new side of him he wanted to know more. 'I wonder what the girls knew about Quaxo. I mean, they are around the same age…'
"Girls…" he eventually decided to ask, "do any of you know Quaxo very well?"
The young queens looked at him in confusion.
"Well," Jemima finally said after a long silence, "He's my friend. If that's what you want to know."
"What is he like?"
"Ummmmmmmmmmmmm…" thought Etcetera, "he's very quiet, doesn't like crowds and does magic tricks." She finished happily.
"Uh! Uh!" Rumpleteazer added exited "He doesn't like attention very much. Unless he's conjuring his magic, he loves when people see that."
"He's Bustopher's nephew, and admires him very much." purred Exotica, hoping to catch Tugger's attention.
True, he remembered Quaxo was very refined and elegant even as a kitten.
"Why do you wanna now Tuggy?" finally asked Electra.
"No reason in particular, just curious." He responded as he laid back down slowly.
Moments later, Quaxo entered the clearing. Avoiding all cats and sitting in a far end. The big flirt stared at him for a while before a thought came to his head, one he couldn't ask the queens. So the next thing he did was send them away.
After, he got up and walked up to the tiny Tux; making sure to sway his hips and making his best flirt face. He approached slowly, and Quaxo just rolled his eyes as he noticed that he was coming his way. He didn't look like it, but he was nervous.
"Hi kitten! How was your night?" Tug said with a grin.
"Fine, thank you Tugger." replied Quaxo sarcastically.
"My my, aren't we feisty this morning. Whatever happened to cute, innocent Quaxo?"
Quaxo glared at him. But his face was painfully messed by the red coloration of his cheeks.
'He looks so …. Everlasting!' thought Tugger.
"So" he said arranging his smarmy demeanor, "I was wondering last night, are you a virgin?"
For a long time you could hear only the faint sound of blood pumping to Quaxos face, as it turned even a darker red. He didn't expect a question like that, and much less as matter-of-factly as Tugger said it.
Quaxo chose his next words carefully, but couldn't come up with anything smart.
It was all the response the Rum Tum Tugger needed.
He was.
"You interested in changing that? Well, I'll help you."
Quaxo was taken aback by the offer, he responded. "No." and ran off.
_-_-_
"That idiotic … ARG!" screamed the Tux cat as he walked to the den he shared with the other young toms. "First he makes me go through that horribly humiliating experience last night, then he asks me even more personal things… Heavyside no! I could end up as another of his conquests if I'm not careful."
Quaxo almost ran straight into a wall thinking of himself drooling over Tugger as many others did. No… he refused to fall so low.
He entered the den as soon as Electra stormed out.
"What did you do now Admetus?" asked Quaxo exasperated to a very angry young cat by the door.
"I just said I wanted to … you know. Then she started to talk about kittens, and a den of our own and… MATING. Queens are too much work."
Quaxo just smiled as he moved to his side of the discarded refrigerator they all called home.
He really wished he could find his mate soon, he hadn't had any luck at all and was growing desperate. That episode with Tugger could have been avoided if he had someone to do the real thing with him, in which case the dreams would no longer have that strong effect.
It was true he was a very lonesome cat, but what others didn't know was that he was also extremely needy. Sometimes he thought he was too much like a queen.
Ad's comment made him laugh, he was just like that sometimes. Like a queen I mean; he wanted to mate, to be loved… his dream above all was to be cuddled all night.
Which brought him right back to last night, it actually felt very good to be with Tugger, and not only because of his touches. He really liked how the older cat held him to his chest; he could smell his mane so close, he could feel his breath on his ear.
His hand moving up and down, soft whispers in his ear.
"Quax!"
"What?!" screamed the small Tux coming out of his day dream.
"Where you just purring?" asked Pouncival from a corner where he was talking to Tumble just moments before. They were both looking at him with knowing looks. Quaxo's face just finished to cement their guess.
_-_-_
Quaxo didn't sleep so well that night, he kept thinking of a big hand that caressed his body in the dark. Pulling and rubbing in exactly the right places. It was running lower on his body and was about to get to the place it was most needed… almost almost…
Quaxo startled awake. It was a very cold night, and all the other toms were still asleep.
"That's it… tomorrow I'm going to take on Tugger's proposition."
_-_-_
It was a very clear sunny day in the junk yard. Cats that were minding their own business, all turned to look as a young black tom walked straight to the Maine Coon and his fans.
"Morning kitten" said a smiling Tugger.
Quaxo eyed him untrusting, truth be told, he couldn't talk. He was too scared. So he just stood there arms to his chest and breathing going quicker by the minute, but still trying to look elegant and proud. Good thing Tugger didn't need to be told, he knew what Quaxo wanted.
Tugger's smile grew as he said, "Sorry beauties, its guy stuff. I need you to leave."
The girls all gave him a confused look, but were not going to try to contradict their idol so they left.
The Tux flushed as the queens disappeared from view, all that attention was making him uncomfortable. But he had to be strong, he couldn't show weakness in front of the flirt; not more than he already had.
"So Tug," Quaxo said inflating his chest in fake arrogance "about helping me with my… problem."
Tugger laughed a little at the teen's intent to look strong. "Sure kit, I'll help you get any queen u like. Who do u like???" He started as he stood in front of the teen.
'Queen?' slowly Quaxo understood the bigger cat's intentions. "Oh, so you'll help me find the cat to take my first time?"
"Yeah…" answered Tugger.
"Oh! Thank everlasting!" said the younger cat in relief.
"Why? What did you think I…"
"Doesn't matter!" interrupted Quaxo. "Who do you have in mind?"
Tugger let go of the previous topic, for now. "I don't know… who do you like?"
"Emmmm… No one"
"Come on we've all liked someone sometime. How about a little kitten crush when you were younger? Who did you fancy?"
"Well…" thought Quaxo. "I did like someone, but it wasn't a queen."
"Huh?"
"I liked Mungojerrie" said the teen before he lost his courage.
"What the…?! Are you serious?!" the knowing cat was taken by surprise. "But… you are so different."
"Yeah…" smiled the young cat. "It was fun, imagining he made me do… all kinds of wicked things. He was all that I'm not. Besides I was a kitten!"
Tugger was fascinated by the multitude of faces the little tux made as he said this. 'Wow! I'd never really seen him smile, he looks really beautiful when he does…HEY!' "You like guys and I wasn't your first crush?"
It was understandable if the preferred queens, but if he was after a tom it was unacceptable that he rather have Mungojerry than him.
Quaxo's face went back to his serious normal self, he did look a little more angered at Tugger, though.
"What?" asked Tugger as he noticed the kit had turned silent.
Quaxo sighed, "It's so typical of you to turn everything anybody says back to yourself."
"Sorry sorry… So you like the bratty thief…" repeated the idol thoughtfully. "Well, based on what I've heard; I wouldn't recommend him for a first time."
"Why?"
"Rumple told me he has the bad habit of taking care of his needs and then running of laughing at his unsatisfied partner's disgrace. Not a very thoughtful bedmate if you ask me. Sorry kiddo."
"No that's o.k., it was just a kitten crush either way."
"Other ideas?"
"Eh… How about Tumble? He's nice and my age." Said Quaxo as he and Tugger sat back on the pile of trash.
"Too much of a kitten. He has probably never taken a first time. It's complicated you know, he can hurt you."
"I think he has. I heard he was Electra's first." Quaxo thought for a moment, "Even better, he always says he took a tom, Pouncival. Last month."
Tugger stared at the young tom wide-eyed, "Last month."
Quaxo nodded.
"As in… Pounce was rushed into Jenny's den because he was bleeding from his back side… last month? They told us it was an accident when they were playing, but if you say they did that… probably Tumblebrutus got too exited and didn't contain his spikes properly."
Quaxo gave a small whimper.
The spikes. Quaxo remembered when Skimble had given them that crash course on mating properly. It turns out male cats have a certain kind of hairs in their male organ that are actually very hard and spike like. He told them how to control them, so as not to hurt their partner, but it seemed to take a lot of control.
Quaxo couldn't help but imagine how much it must have hurt, he shivered at the thought.
"That's why I tell you, you should get somebody with experience" explained Tugger.
"Oh..." the younger cat responded as he shivered more. "And to think Tumble was so proud that Pounce couldn't walk properly for days"
Tugger just relaxed as he watched the clouds go by, "If you really want to, I think he must have already learned from his mistake. Want him?"
"No! No!" jumped Quaxo already too scared to go through with this. "I've changed my mind! I'll stay like I am. Really!"
"Oh! Don't be a pussy cat! Don't you want to be a big tom?" said the Maine Coon teasingly.
"Like mating is going to make me grow faster…" responded Quaxo.
"I'll make others respect you more." Said Tugger as he turned to grin at him.
"No it won't. That makes no sense." Quaxo felt more confident now; after all, an educated discussion was far more his area of expertise.
Tugger on the other hand was starting to get mad at the fact that that the young tom was questioning him. No one questioned him.
"They respect me, don't they?" Tugger remarked referring to his constant stream of followers.
"The fact that a bunch of kids agree with whatever you tell them, has more to do with the need to follow an ideal illusion of a glamorous life than what you really are worth. If not how do you explain that they start ignoring you after they grow older."
Tugger was mad now. "Says the cat that is scared of others looking at him."
"Just so happens that I don't need constant attention to feel good about myself."
"Yeah! You just need to follow your fat uncle's tail wherever he goes in hopes that he'll show even the smallest bit of interest in you."
Quaxo almost lost it right then and there, but he was a gentleman, so he calmly stood up. So did Tugger. They eyed each other out intently.
Quaxo really felt at a disadvantage, he was way smaller than the older cat; in matter of stature and also in muscular capacity. If Tugger where to get physical he would surely lose. But this little Tux was no wimp, so he raised his chin to look at the Maine Coon straight in the eye. His gaze not faltering once.
Tugger liked that face, at first it was a little annoying, but right now he just thought of the challenge. Right now, he wanted to see this arrogant kitten melt at his feet. To hear him beg for the Rum Tum Tugger's attention.
Oh yes, he was going to get the final laugh.
End Chapter 1